makyou
About
Sweet mother, I cannot weave—
Slender Aphrodite has overcome me
With longing for a girl.
>With the scent of lilies around, I could sit like this by myself forever, and never have an impure thought.
>Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.
>Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
But to what purpose
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
I do not know.
she/her
i like yuri
